At sunset, when night's skirt trailed o'er the day,
Came Rustam girded and intent on war
Before the Sháh, and said: “Let me go forth
Without my belt and helmet. I will mark
Who this new worldlord is, who are the chiefs,
And who is in command.”
Káús replied:—
“The very work for thee, and mayst thou prosper
Both soul and body. God watch o'er thee ever,
And o'er thy heart's desire and loyal purpose.”
Assuming Turkman garb he reached by stealth
The hold and heard the Turkmans' shouts and clamour.
The gallant hero made his way inside,
As 'twere a lion after antelopes,
And saw and marked the chieftains one and all,
Joy mantling in his visage like a rose.
Now when Suhráb was going to the wars
Rustam told
His enterprise and what a lion-man
He had destroyed, while Gív applauded, saying:—
“May charger, mace, and saddle ne'er lack thee.”
Then Rustam going to the Sháh informed him
About the Turkmans and their banqueting,
About Suhráb, his stature and his mien,
His arms and shoulders, chest and feet, and said:—
“This is no Turkman born; he is as tall
And upright as a cypress, with no peer
In either land; in short 'tis Sám himself.”
Then of the blow on Zhanda Razm's neck
He said: “He came not back to feast or fight.”
They talked and after called for harp and wine,
But all the night the troops were ranked in line.